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[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[Nine has been lounging around the pub, eating chips. He pops out for a minute or two, pops back in, and nearly falls on his ass. Because he's dressed like this. Oh, and he's human. That too.]

Th- Wh-

What?

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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[This is Dorothy, trying desperately not to laugh. For the time being, she is succeeding.

Mostly.]

Nice beard. Suits you. Wish I could say the same about the pants...

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[This is Nine, sucking in huge lungfuls of air in a poor attempt to compensate for the sudden shift in species!]

The what? [glance down] Right. Awful. But not what I'm worried about.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Worried? [she frowns] What's wrong? I mean, besides the outfit.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[In response, if she'll allow him, he'll put her hand over his heart. Heart, singular. It's dulled slightly by all the layers of gaudy fabric, but she should be able to feel it since it's thumping away pretty franticly.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she'll turn bright red for about .2 of a second, but then she'll blink at the rapid beating of... yeah, a single heart.]

Your heart... 's like a jackhammer! Is it... it's a different body, isn't it?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[lifts an eyebrow]

I hope this isn't Eddington, round two.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[can not be bothered to register that you were making a funny]

Eddington, as in Arthur?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

As in, 'My, Doctor, what human physiology you have!'

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

I think it's giving me a heart attack. [or a case of the drama queens]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master believes it to be option B] Oh, honestly, if I can do Trakenite for a few centuries, you can pull off human.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Om nom peppermint. Hi, Doctor!] Something the matter, Doc?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[not up to speed on the whole Henrietta experiment, and therefore snappish] Oh, d'you think?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Not my fault you rolled through King Henry's closet this morning. [British girl is scowling now]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

For your information, I-- [scowling right back] Exactly who are you, anyway?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Flops into a booth, glaring moodily at the not!sky.] Let me guess, I was younger last time you saw me, not British, maybe missing a hand? This is complete bollocks.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Oh man. Aniki will be over here, LAUGHING AT THE WORLD.]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[A man gets no pity these days. None at all. ):]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Well, gods be praised, you almost look like a real person. [She manages to not laugh for about a half-second, and then she's gasping again.]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

What, I don't normally? -- Stop that!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Manages to just snicker instead of laughing outright.] Oh, it's not so bad, is it?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Have a curious Brigitta!] My, that has been happening a lot lately.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Has it? Oh, well, I feel better now. [or not]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you aren't alone.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

With the way things are going, that's not much of a comfort.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Oh, and how are things going?